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cheeks before she could will it away. Oh gods . She brightened her smile.
    â€œI was going to pick a bushel of aliaberries to make a cobbler with in the morning.” She laughed and pushed her hair off her shoulder and behind her back. “Why? Am I in trouble?”
    His gaze moved over her, lingering on her chest area and his mouth tightened. “You’re picking berries dressed like that?”
    â€œYes, Dillon.” Suddenly self-conscious, she folded her arms across her breasts. “Why?”
    His gaze moved on to the bare skin between her bandeau top and waist of her skirt. “There are thorns in the bushes. You have so much skin bared you will certainly scratch yourself.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I am careful, silly. What is this questioning about? I am hardly one of your prisoners.”
    â€œNo, you are not.” He tilted his head. “But that reminds me. Are you not supposed to be checking in on the female prisoner?”
    â€œI finished about an hour ago.” She glanced toward the front door. Surely Trevon would be waiting for her now. “Was there anything else, Dillon?”
    He seemed to hesitate and then shook his head.
    â€œNo?” Her shoulders relaxed and she sighed. “When you see my brother, please tell him I’d like to have a word with him later.”
    â€œI will.”
    â€œThank you, Dillon.” She leaned on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, a habit since they were kids, and as had begun to happen more often in the past few months, his body went rigid.
    She lowered herself back to her feet, her smile dimming some in confusion. Perhaps he now thought they were too old for such affection.
    â€œBe careful out there,” Dillon warned, his voice sounding more strained.
    â€œOf course.” She ran her tongue over her lips, imagining Trevon and how he’d react if she allowed him to remove her top. She had to get outside. Now. “Have a nice day.”
    She turned and hurried out the glass doors, running all the way to the aliaberry orchard. It was near empty, but she spotted Trevon right away.
    He lounged beneath a tree, sipping on a flask as he stared up into the sky. His blond hair was longer than most men’s, falling over his eye and giving him a disheveled yet sexy boyish look.
    Her sandaled feet caught the mud in the orchard, but she didn’t bother to wipe it clean, just hurried to the man who consumed her thoughts. The man whose cock would be the first to break her virgin barrier. Oh, how wicked.
    â€œTrevon,” she breathed, falling at his feet. “I’ve—”
    â€œDo you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting?” He sulked and lifted a flask to his lips. “Sitting in a fucking orchard?”
    Her mouth parted and her excitement dwindled some. “I’m sorry. I was delayed in the hall.”
    He reached out and handed her the flask, lifting an eyebrow. Rarely did she drink, but she took it after a moment’s hesitation and took a small sip.
    â€œCome on, you can do better than that.” He pushed the flask back to her lips, forcing a good amount of the fiery liquid down her throat.
    She coughed, pushing the flask away as her eyes burned.
    â€œThere you go, baby.” He reached out and ran a hand over her bare shoulder, licking his lips. “Your nipples are hard. I like that.”
    Her pulse sped up and heat spread through her body. “I kind of thought you might.”
    â€œYeah. Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
    He wanted her to kiss him? She bit her lip and then leaned forward, pressing her mouth to his.
    â€œFuck. You need to open your mouth.” He grabbed the back of her head as his tongue shoved past her lips. He tasted like alcohol, and her stomach rolled for a moment.
    Relax. It gets better. Misty told you some men get like this . Krystal took a calming breath and let her tongue rub against his.
    He groaned and lifted his head.